Monday, May 9, 2011

A little poem by me..

 These little shells must be tiles
From a famous, miniscule monarch's home.
This piece of bottle was a glass window,
Washed away in the foam.
Some tiny king was happy when he
Came to this stately palace of sand.
“Ah!”,cried he, ”From here I shall
rule my land”

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